THANKS FOR READING EMILY DICKINSON TO ME OVER THE INTERCOM AT PRICE CHOPPER

This morning the air is held still by a thin fog. It is nose tingly cold. Breathing deeply brings the scents of mint and earth and a faint tinge of banana skin. And just in case I haven’t got the message from my nose, my lungs tell me it’s a wrap up warm day. AltContinue reading “THANKS FOR READING EMILY DICKINSON TO ME OVER THE INTERCOM AT PRICE CHOPPER”